Me Like Bees Kids In The Kitchen
Better wait till morning
Bet they're all in bed
And better off dreaming
I'm betting forty winks
You would trade a leg
To not be alone
Because the dark enough
Is food for thought
In the early morn
When you're who you are
Cause you're all alone
Well, I have been there too
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
Though I know I'm not the first to sit alone in the dark
Blinking little colon
You're a metronome that separates digits
And you're doing me no favors
Thanks a lot, I can count on my own
So on you toss and fidget
Like a kid in the kitchen
Who refuses to eat all his peas
No matter the way you stir it
It's not going away
Well, I have been there too
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
As I entertained the thought
That God himself relates
For before there was time
There were waters shaping eternal night
And my God, who thought amongst Himself
It's not good to be alone
I sat long in the night, a thrall to my questions
A clock for my light, and a colon to play metronome
Rhythmical blight, as my fiber unwound
And tangled and tangled till my hands were all bound
In myself I knotted and gnashed and I writhed
And I cried to the Father who whispered so quiet
That until a seed gives up its shell and it dies
That it's only as good as the measure of its size
Well, I have been there too
With my mind scattered like some untied balloon
Though I have entertained the thought
That God just might relate
For before there was time
There were waters shaping eternal night
And God, who thought amongst Himself
It's not good to be alone
Until the seed gives up its shell and it dies
It's only as good as the measure of its size
